The sweet smell of worship, the sweet sound of praise
His glory on our faces as our hands to Him we raise
The sound of singing all around me, but it is He and I alone
My Lord, my King, my Father, I bow before Your throne
Some shout, “Hallelujah,” while others simply weep
When they think of their past promises they never seemed to keep
Some fall down on their knees in worship,
In obedience to the King
And as His glory fills the house, together we begin to sing. . .
Pray and pray, until the glory of the LORD comes down
Stay and stay, until the glory of the LORD abounds
And when the Spirit of the LORD begins to have His way in me,
Then I will be a fiery beacon-light for all the world to see.
And when the Spirit of the Lord begins to have His way in you,
Then you will be a shining beacon-light for the nations to view.
Words & Music by Alan Seeger & Shelli Jones Baker
©1997 SeegerSongs, Ltd. (ASCAP)
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